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The Thunder Hall warriors assembled at astonishing speed. Before long, many people had gathered beside Lei Wuji.

"Master, Hall Master."

Shen Tianlan strode over and stopped before Lei Wuji to pay his respects. When her gaze fell on Shi Lan, she couldn't help but freeze. "Miss Shi, you..."

Shi Lan gave a slight nod in greeting.

Many people in the Thunder Hall had a deep impression of Shi Lan. Seeing her here, they were all rather surprised.

Another quarter hour passed, and nearly a thousand people had gathered atop Thunder Peak.

Lei Wuji sensed the crowd briefly, then nodded to Shi Lan. "Everyone's here."

"Then please follow me."

With that, Shi Lan turned and headed toward the warship.

Lei Wuji looked at Lei Chen and instructed him, "Keep a close eye on everything. If anything unusual happens, report it to me at once."

"I'll keep it in mind," Lei Chen replied, lowering his head.

Lei Wuji nodded and followed Shi Lan, a trace of worry hidden in his eyes.

Xiantian Realm warriors carried the many Body Tempering Realm disciples on their artifacts, and the entire group rose into the air in a mighty surge toward the warship.

Bai Weiyang stood atop the raised platform, one hand resting on the console, his expression focused. Even as Lei Wuji and the others boarded, they couldn't draw the slightest bit of his attention away.

The warship soon started up again and moved away from Thunder Peak.

There were many empty quiet rooms in the ship. After the Thunder Hall contingent boarded, someone quickly arranged accommodations for them.

Their treatment, however, was nowhere near that of the Demon Suppression Army. Only warriors at the Heavenly Dipper Realm and above got a quiet room to themselves. Even Earth Baleful Realm warriors had to share, two